Don't fret! i have more coming. I feel as if segmenting this chapter will help with what i'm attempting to convey.

And yes, i have deleted chapter three's poem. Some of you may have already figured out the meaning behind it. However, for those who haven't read it well you're just out of luck. They create a bit of a spoiler for what my future intentions are.

Corridor of memories

Depersonalized

"-?" after she lost Emilia, Ram took a turn into an alley.

Just mere hours ago she had been searching in the capital's streets. When that failed I even resorted to searching in the slum.

Long ago, there was a time when things would be different.

But now, I wouldn't bat an eye at such an occurrence. Emilia isn't as helpless as she seems. Yes, that girl is still a child but, she is of Elvin blood. Half or not she boasted much higher endurance than the average human. Plus, she's capable of using magic.

But this is unnerving. The entire Emilia camp is at ends. After the disappearance of that boy everything fell apart.

I had made her way to an alley. then Resting my back against a brick wall and sought for relief.

Then a massive surge of pain spiked through My head. Memories that shouldn't be my own borated my thoughts relentlessly.

Witnessing only what I could rationalize as a phenomenon. There is no dialogue- Only events that she personally witnessed.

Being at the outskirts of a small village- Near a watering hole. A scene taking place near her old home. Demonstrating her affinity with wind magic. Remembering scenes where she literally made it rain via water fall manipulation. Everything I did was praise worthy.

I do recalled being held to a higher standard than most. As an Oni, with a single horn, it was my duty. I needed to prove my worth or be rejected. thus, jeopardizing R-. But that wasn't going to happen. She was the village's own prodigy after all. What was i about to say? She thought.

Holding her head tighter Ram's face was burning immensely. the main was awful. I remember hissing while pushing my fingers deeper into my eyes. it seems to be the only thing to slowly stop the ache.

I could barely stand it. The duality of physical and mental pain erupted my being. and i found myself nowhere. surrounded by white nothingness.

Then an image inflated in-front of her, like a simple bubble. A nostalgic memory you could say. A household manifested. This is a place I recall very well. Sitting at a small table late one night she conversed with her family. This truly is Ram's old home from when she was little as 12-years old. Unable to move on her own accord Ram watched on as the memory continued through her past point of view. It was truly, in every sense... depersonalized. she was not in control. watching on as the events before her unfolded.

Everything is as it was from back then. It looked normal.

With the bright doji styled walls and wooden floor, I felt right at home.

At the tea table sat father- Quark, and mother- Temae. And next to me, i noticed a blue-haired girl that appeared to be the mirror image of myself.

And she looked so alienated with her head cast downward. Pitty. that's what i felt.

Later that night a rain storm was closing in.

I found myself walking through the forest. it was dark but the moon lit the sky just enough to barely see.

Why the forest? Why am i seeing this, my thoughts exactly.

Yes. yes,. there i was walking through the woods.

Her character was being drawn to something. She was not in control. her past self was.

Looking side to side it was like she was looking for someone.

And then, that's when I saw it.

She saw everything. She used her clairvoyance.

And, what I saw was that little girl with blue-hair again. she was hunched in a beetle position, covering her head next to an old shrine.

Ram:...?

Unable to think of anything, my body continued to move on its own.

Then, like a flash I stood before the hunched over girl. Extending out my hand. I knew who, who this girl was. maybe... Her face was still blurred out... then-

I saw nothing. it just went blank. something inconceivable. there was no color. there was no light or dark. just a void of white.

Shadows begun to emerge from the darkness. terrifying creatures they were. Each member wore clothes darker than the deepest abyss. where ever they went only deceit and destruction followed.

The first to fall was the night patrol. They silently made their way into the village. strategically suffocating the village while they were sound asleep. Just one scream. just one slip-up and they would be left to the mercy of a village full of demons. Each one capable of slaughtering hundreds of humans and beasts alike. The trespassers were non other than the infamous witch cult.

By the time they were alerted the village was already blazing. The first to respond was-

After a surprise encounter Ram had acted out to fend off the raiders.

Summoning her horn, she entered her primal demon state and unleashed hell.

Lashing out at everything shrouded in darkness she proceeded the extermination. Within minutes of her manifestation she had already killed eight occult members. And then 20. The number just kept rising. She wondered: How were they able to sneak past our patrol? This the power that our world feared? There's so many. But they're weak. They wouldn't raise a hand before she diced them down.

Standing atop a tree she lunged down at her prey: like a Puma. Lying on the ground the figure with menacing red eyes lifted it's arm pushing her away. Weird. this one appeared to be begging for it's life. She then ripped its arm off. blood gushed onto her face as she threw the useless chunk of flesh to the dirt. the creature turning and sprawlsprawling, it released a blood curdling scream. watching from a distance, she saw the thing role into a lantern. Oil and fire burning away at its hood.

In her frenzy She had seemingly killed off most of the assailants.

Then she noticed a young blue-haired girl being surrounded by a dozen dark-robed figures.

Responding to the cultist's rally she had cut each one down like a red blur. Her movement was so fast if you were to watch from a distance it would seem like a vengeful red spirit had sliced through them.

And as she came to a stop she finally noticed the blue-haired girl. The girl looked so much like herself. Frightened. Alone. And surrounded by overwhelming oddities opposing her. collapsed to the ground. she was crying.

Ram: "You're safe now" she said.

As soon as she said this a sharp and precise sting struck her forehead.

Ram: "it finally broke off" feeling a huge burden lift away Ram collapsed.

Seeing her sister brought her back to her senses. Ram assumed control of herself.

The last thing she remembered hearing was the voice of a man. The very same devil she would pledge herself to- for saving her sister...

Surrounded by fire, the world around her burned with a majestic blaze of Red hot conclusion- swallowing everything whole.

The memories continued to pulse wave after excruciating excessive wave. Ram's nose begun to bleed as a result.

She wanted to cry. After having felt everything from nostalgia to reality. Ram was at a breaking point. Unsure of how or why she was seeing these images.

Despite this feverish sensation Ram found the strength to rise up. Coming to her feet Ram continued down the labyrinth. Biting her teeth down, she pursued with grit.

Coming towards the end of the alley, she saw a blinding light.

Where was she going?

*Roswalls' big happy family*

Scenes of the mansion before it had gone ablaze. Everything looked as it had before. The long, empty hallways and dinning room. The magnificent garden and its hedges. The solid stone walkway running down the property of the mansion. The atmosphere is peaceful.

It's as if nothing had ever happened.

Ram- being the veteran maid of this domain had woken herself up since Fredrica had left.

Or at least that's what she thought.

She felt a sensation of warmth. Like being covered in a nice blanket. Here she-

Here Ram opens her eyes and saw a familiar sealing... The air was rather crisp. Through the window the sun had barely risen over the horizon.

Ram: "...! Am i in... No, that's not right." Bewildered, Ram realized she had woke up in her old bed. A bed in the Mathers' mansion. How. this can not be. This is the very room she had slept in for years.

Her migraine though (still there), had subsided quite a bit.

Merely a minute had past and she was keenly aware of where she was at-

Another week at Roswall L Mathers' domain.

What awaited her were the usual chores, such as taking out the trash, making the beds, watering the garden and arranging dinner for the mansion's occupants.

But what she wasn't prepared for was-

(knock-knock-knock) Someone was knocking at her door. And she heard a voice she had never heard before.

Rem: "Sister, sister. are you awake?" A voice said through the crack of the open door. Opening the door was the blue-haired girl she had been told was her sister. Rem.

...

Thank you for reading.

Q: Unsure of how or why she was seeing these images. what does that mean?

TfP: Ram is being shown the light, figuratively speaking.

Q: What does the Pleiades watch tower got to do with this?

TFP: Think of it as a lighthouse.

Q: Where do you get your inspiration?

TfP: Music, Reddit and fellow writers. When someone inspires me, i give them credit. If it's a song, I'll post it as a temporary chapter. if it's a fellow writer I'll add their user(with their permission) to the credits.

Q: What inspired this chapter?

TFP: Two songs. Flames of a Tyrant- By Ram and Duality- By Slipknot.